Does she eeeeh-ver staaahhhp walking? …
My feet are killing me…
We’ve been walking for miles and miles… aaaand miiiiiles! …
It’s way past dinner time, and we already skipped lunch. …
Does she expect us to make three days worth of walking in one day? //Can you be a little bit more dramatic? Just a little bit, until you reach the perfect pitch for whining?// a maliciously sweet voice says in my ear.
Yeah, well, you would never get it. I’d love to be an imaginary person too, just floating inside someone’s brain: there’s no walking involved, just talking. //But there’s a loooot of whining!// my daymon makes itself heard again. It quit talking to me a few hours ago, when we disagreed about… food. It said I should have enough practice putting my foot in my mouth by now, and if I try that, it should keep me from complaining about being hungry, and I said it should shut up, or I’ll roast its little tail and eat it instead. I won. I think. Technically, since it’s residing inside my head, I could imagine it any way I wanted to, including without its tail. :)))))
„Shit!” I say aloud, surprised by the sudden stop of the traveler walking ahead, or more precisely by bumping into her.
„It’s getting dark soon,” she says. „Do you know of a good place to stop for the night, that we could reach in time?”
Those were basically the only words she said to me all day, except for „thank you” when I handed her the map.
„How about right here? Anything wrong with this place?” – I should be so lucky. Of course we’ll need to walk some more…
„Too open. Just that.” She looks around, then steps away from the path and starts going up the slope of the hill.
Up?! //You did mention your luck.// But… the paths are safe. Safe! Anything else is … uncharted.
„Wait!” We still didn’t exchange names, so that seemed like a good way to call her. „Wandering away from the path can be dangerous. That’s one of the rules: keep to the path.”
„I like rules a lot,” she says, climbing the hill. She doesn’t look back. I guess she’s not so great in communicating intentions, is she? What am I supposed to do now? Either be left behind, or… //Come on! She thinks you’re chickenshit already.//
Shit, shit, shit, shit, it’s getting dark and we’re climbing up a hill, towards a grove of birch trees that looks likes a witches’ place of worship and spells, and which is so definitely O.U.T.S.I.D.E the path!
She walks with the same step she walked all day, that makes me think of both resolution and hesitation at the same time. Like she has no idea where she’s heading, but she’s determined to go there. Not reassuring at the moment. Yet, she seems to have been here before. Not in this place, just … I don’t know. She knows what to do, she’s done it before.
She stops next to a big boulder, after crossing most of the grove, turns around to check the place and takes her sword off. I stop suddenly, feeling my hair rising up on my head. What did she see? What did she hear?
She simply sits, resting her back against the boulder, placing her sword in front of her. I stare, expectantly. No explanation. She found her place for the night. I… guess I should do the same. It’s already dark.
I sit a couple of yards across from her, and, as my knees creak and groan, my stomach brings me back to the pressing matters I had before we left the path. Taking off the satchel, I fish for the food bundle and bring it out. „Do you want something to eat?” I ask as I’m unbinding it. „I have dried fruit, sweet roots and nuts, and salted meat and bread, and even a bit of butter left from yesterday.”
„I have my own,” she says, shaking her head. Then puts her head on her knees and wraps the cloak tight around her, getting ready for sleep.
Ummm… so… what now? Do I eat alone? Do I leave it all for morning and go to sleep too?
I grab a piece of bread and push everything else back in the bundle. I settle down to sleep, munching on the bread. Maybe tomorrow things will go better…
„I’m Reen, by the way,” I say in a whisper.